isolation
aaron + ollie hurt/comfort
c.w/t.w - depression, self-isolation
It was dark in your room. Your curtains were drawn but by the slivers of light, you guessed it was about midday. You didn't know exactly what time it was, you didn't care either. The incessant buzzing of your phone was what brought you back to reality. You figured it was either Aaron or Ollie, for the last week your answers to their messages had become shorter and shorter until they had stopped entirely. The isolation was painful for you but it was what you decided was best, your lovers didn't need you. They had each other and were stable, you were the trainwreck that derailed their whole lives. Your laugh filled the air like a toxic chemical, poisoning everyone in your vicinity. You were like a broken clock, pathetically ticking every once in a while. At some point the buzzing turned into persistent knocking and somewhere deep in your foggy brain you were aware that that meant you had to go answer it, but alas, you simply didn't. You did feel slightly guilty, dropping off the face of the earth was fine enough for you but it would’ve been worrying for your lovers. The immense guilt that weighed you down, turning into exhaustion as your eyelids slipped shut.
“Aaron, shouldn't we at least give them another minute?” Ollie fretted. Both men had keys to your apartment, but they were rarely used, so to the anxious man it felt weird. Taking a deep breath, Aaron pushed all his annoyance down knowing that he was just tired of the cold shoulder they’d been receiving. Ollie didn't deserve his stressed anger. Sliding the younger’s hands into his, Aaron sighed. “It’s been nearly three days of radio silence. Something is wrong. You know how clingy they are, all I wanna do is go in here and see if they’re alright.” Aaron explained slowly, squeezing his partner's hands gently before dropping them. “Yeah, it is weird for them to do this. Okay fine, do it.” Ollie relented, shaking his head slightly. It still felt weird to him but he knew the blond was right. This wasn’t you. A pit of nerves and despair settled deep within both boys as the older turned the key in the lock slowly. Their breath hitched in both their throats as the door was pushed open with a creak that sent shivers down their spines.
“What the-” The words were cut off as Ollie gasped, hands coming up to his mouth. Your apartment was a mess. Both your lovers knew that you hated having a messy room and the rest of your home was no different but now… There were dirty dishes strewn around the place, blankets and pillows thrown haphazardly in the living room, clothes were just dropped on the floor and all the blinds had been drawn. “Oh fuck.” Aaron cursed, taking in the surroundings.
Something was seriously wrong.
The men moved cautiously through your apartment, desperately searching for any signs of life. Their footsteps sounded like booms in the eerily silent house.
The cold was back, you were frozen as you woke once again. It was to the point where waking up was an exhausting task. Many people referred to the feeling as a pit in your stomach but that wasn't right. It was more like a seed that plummeted, growing a tree and spreading its poisonous limbs through you. At first it had started in your chest, taking a hold of your heart and twisting with such force that even breathing hurt. It moved up into your head, alarm bells had sounded but you had ignored them, pushing them away until it had taken hold of your hands and moving became too difficult and by then… Well by then it was too late. “Ollie, look.” Aaron whispered out, gesturing towards your closed bedroom door. The other nodded. Your door was pushed open silently and you could feel their presence. You knew who it was, their smells are evident of that but you didn't move. Figuring that if you melted into the blankets enough then your still body could be passed off as an odd pillow lump. Unfortunately, lady luck was not on your side. “Honey?” Aaron whispered out, voice soft and concerned. You simply blinked, praying to every god that they’d leave. You had fucked up enough already, you just needed to get away and allow them to start over. “C’mon, look at me.” He coaxed, bending down beside your bed, hand resting on your shoulder above the blankets. Ollie sat next to him, facing the picture of worry.
Shit.
You avoided his eyes until a hand snuck under your chin and raised your gaze to him. What he saw terrified him. Your once shining eyes were now lifeless and they screamed for help. It was as though your bed was a tomb now rather than a resting place. He could see the haunted dreams that played just behind your pupils, the silent pleas that danced on your waterline. “What happened?” It was a beg. He needed you, needed to know you were still in there. You said nothing, simply curling up into a tighter ball.
“Hey baby, can I lay with you?” Ollie tried a different tactic. He got a shrug back, taking that as an okay he slipped in behind you. You were warm, a little too warm but he figured that was just from the multitude of blankets you were hiding under. Aaron didn’t move, he didn't know what to do.
“Alright, here’s what’s gonna happen. Ollie is gonna get you into a bath, while he does that I’m gonna clean up your apartment and then we’re gonna get some food into you. Okay? Okay.” The blond decided, nodding to his counterpart who held you tight. You didn’t put up a fight as he lifted you, carrying you like a delicate flower before depositing you onto the bathroom bench. “Look at me, please?” Ollie kept his voice soft, smiling as you met his gaze. “We’re not going anywhere okay? We love you. We wanna be here for you, when you’re happy and you get the promotion but we also wanna be here to help you through the shitty times when life seems too exhausting, when even answering messages is too much to deal with. We’re gonna be here, through thick and thin whether you want to push us away or not. We’re not going anywhere. You're not alone anymore.” He promised, resting his forehead against yours in a silent exchange. After a few silent seconds, you nodded and Ollie leaned back, wiping the tears from his eyes.
“Alright then, let’s get you cleaned up, baby”